Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 99

To Stella, Weston had gradually become no different from Guinevere, both control freaks that played with the lives of others at will.

His fingers gradually tightened on her. Stella felt a compelling pressure from him-she could sense the man’s displeasure. Even so, she did not flinch and just looked into his eyes like this. “Stop wasting time and tell me. What should I do to make you let me go?” The hint of gentleness in his eyes gradually faded. He simply looked at her and enunciated carefully, “Never.”

Stella never imagined that Weston would drive her to work one day. She sat in the passenger seat with no expression on her face. Weston tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and occasionally glanced in Stella’s direction. The black Cullinan attracted the attention of many people on the road.

A luxury car like this was a sight to behold wherever it went. When they were approaching the training center, Stella finally spoke. “Drop me off at the next intersection. I’ll walk there myself.”

“Why? You don’t want others to see us?”

Stella ridiculed, “Mr. Ford, you’re a family man now. I’ve told you before. Even if I tell others that I’m forced, I’d get a bad name. You don’t care about that, but I do.”

He looked like he was carefully considering her

could protect anyone if he wanted to. Even so, she did not

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like his sudden whim when he married her. Maybe after a while, he would say goodbye to her

no longer apprehensive about his unpredictable thoughts. She was not interested in what he was thinking, so he unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the

not make things difficult

and he had no intention of making her change her attitude

to be done bit by bit. It might take a while, but Weston

to be in his arms. After watching Stella go upstairs, he smoked a cigarette in his

offices in Fern City as well. After some consideration, he decided to move

people here. However, he did not expect to meet Stella. Everything after that got out of control. When he arrived at the company, the receptionist hurriedly greeted him and informed him,“ Mr. Ford, Ms. Cohen wants to see you!” Weston stopped with a frown and looked a little annoyed. “I see.” “From now on, anyone who wants to see me must make an appointment,”